Conflicted

Drakan lined his lips with his forefinger, watching me keenly over the table. “Caught your undivided attention now, did I?” “Do you, or don’t you know something about my parents? Or are you just playing with me again?” I scowled at him. “You must be a special kind of miserable to feed of other’s pain.” “I live for pain, I won’t deny that.” He placed down his glass, sitting forward. “I wasn’t trying to play you, if that’s what you were thinking. But you see, if you’re going to be my wife, you need to understand that you will follow the rules. One of the most important ones is to pay attention when I talk to you.” I sputtered a laugh, the anxiety inside my chest climbing up to a whole other level. “Wife?” I spat out. “And here you just planned to use me to gain power.” “I did say I had every intention to make you my queen. This isn’t something I’m taking on lightly.” “You already have a wife, who by the way, turned her back on her own children to support you.” His brows rose ever so slig